“Do you know you were grooving every time you took a bite of your pear?” he said.  Of course I knew.  It’s my Happy-Food-Dance.  Doesn’t everyone have a Happy-Food-Dance?

Although I had a highly productive morning, we had a Severe Weather Drill here in the building that kinda made me lose any momentum I may have had going. (On the upshot, though, I got to wear a spiffy “anti-collision” neon orange vest. Because people depend on me to save their lives in case of an emergency. Psshah, right?)

So now we’re back, and we’re all sitting here, twiddling our thumbs and wondering how we’re going to pass the next six or so hours till we’re excused to leave.

Luckily, Miss Zoot provided a meme! (You know I’m all about lists.) So this will take up ten minutes or so of my day.  Hooray!

Top 5 Reasons I blog

1. First and foremost, I have a memory made of swiss cheese.  I cannot remember ANYTHING for longer than, say, the run of a show.  Don’t ask me anything about last week, because it’s gone.  Nada.  I will smile and nod and tell you that I had some serious stomach issues last week, because that’s the safe answer and I really have no idea.  So I write to remember.  I blog so when I have a hard stepmom weekend, I can remember why I love The Boy.  Or why Bryan makes me laugh so hard.  Or why I am so proud to be part of The Coven.  Or why I’m fat.

2. I love the idea of blogs.  I have been an “inner narrator” since I was old enough to start reading, so it only makes sense to me to write things down.  And you wouldn’t believe how often a woman comes up to me and says, “You are TOTALLY right about ____; I had never heard anyone else talk about that before.”  I know no shame, so I might as well make some use out of my lack of tact.

3. I really would like to publish a book one day.  Granted, nothing that I write here is TRULY cohesive or even unique, but I want, one-day, to put together something like fifty posts and publish it.  I think that’s plausible.  And maybe no one will buy them, but a press tour/book signing is a helluva excuse to go shopping.

4. Meeting people. This was Zoot’s answer, and I had to leave it.  After all, my precious Coven was created when I totally cyber-stalked Ra and joined in a conversation about how much we hated an actress in the show we were doing. (Leprosy.) Bryan and I struck up many an early conversation by him referencing something from my first blog.  And as big as the cyber-world feels sometime, it is the most surreal thing to be introduced to someone and have them say, “Oh yeah, I read your blog!”

5. It keeps me sane.  Really.  As much as I love Bryan, I don’t tell him everything. (Because his head would explode and grey matter is SO difficult to get out of wood varnish.) And this is my diary.  Yes, sometimes, you learn too much about Sarah (like the fact that she’s going commando today.. while wearing a skirt!), but this is where I release.  I don’t have eighteen bazillion sites to keep running, and I don’t do written journals (I have a Dr.’s handwriting), so this is where all of Sarah surfaces.  It’s my home, I like to say.  Be sure and wipe your feet.

So why do YOU blog?

So — SURPRISE! — I love being a wife.

No, that really is a shocker for me.  I never thought I’d enjoy being the domestic type.  Sure, I’ve always loved to clean, but that’s due to a mild case of OCD, not because I enjoy being the 50s housewife. (Although I do love the skirts and kitten heels.)

So mornings like this one really crank my motor.  I am feeling like SuperWifey this morning.

I went to sleep MUCH later than I planned to, due to Bryan being so damn funny.  We spent last night helping Daddy assemble the tv stand for his BRAND NEW 42 INCH LCD TV (a behemoth before which we almost bowed down), and then he treated us to dinner at Ruby Tuesday’s. (CHICKEN OSCAR, BABY.)

Sidenote: knowing that us theatre types say “Break a leg” before you hit stage, what do you think they say to Heather Mills before she goes on to “Dancing with the Stars”?

Anyway, we got back home at quarter-till-ten, which is officially fifteen minutes past my bedtime.  But we were wound up (IT’S SPRING BREAK!), so it was after eleven when I finally dozed off.

And yet, I pulled my old ass out of bed by 5:30 this morning.  Cause I am SuperWifey.

By the time I left the house at 6:55, I had: taken a bath to shave my legs, eaten a bowl of cereal, done the dishes from chilli-past, straightened up the house, cleaned the toilet (which I later TOTALLY disrespected), fed the dogs, and made dinner. (Note to Bryan: do we own a vegetable peeler?)

Add to that the spring skirt that I’m wearing, and I am one content little redhead today.  Of course, I had that huge flux of stuff to do this morning, and then came to work.. where it is a ghost town.  NO ONE is here this week.

Which means you’ll be hearing from me a lot!  Contain your excitement; you know that you lose sleep whether or not I wore panties today or how my hair looks after I come back from lunch.  And I don’t blame you: even those who say they are so busy still make time to pour through the site.

Because I am SuperWifey. (I sure hope that dinner is edible.)